Everybody in America for a hundred and fifty years has worked to make me.

I'm the reward of mighty effort.

I'm the dream-child of the pioneers, as far removed from them as the chimney of the highest building from the rock on which it's rooted." Palgrave laughed a little.

"It appears that you did some thinking out there in your country cage." "Thinking! That's all I had to do! I spent a lifetime standing on the hill with the woods behind me trying to catch the music of this street, the sound of this very car, and I thought it all out, every bit of it." "Every bit of what ?" "Life and death and the great hereafter," she said, "principally life.
That's why I'm going out to dinner with you instead of going early to bed." The glare of a lamp silvered her profile and the young curve of her bosom.

Somewhere, at some time, Palgrave had knelt humbly, with strange anguish and hunger, at the feet of a girl with just that young proud face and those unawakened eyes.